28 August 2012
She put a hand to the wall and stroked it. She had to end the suffering. She had to really be with him. The girl then stepped up on the balcony wall. As tears now freely flowed down her once beautiful face, now distraught and contorted in pain and anguish. She had returned to reality and not in a good way. All the pain, all of the cold, grey depressing features of life returned ferociously. The city below looked like a bottomless pit. Cars drove along the road, people walked along the street, no one knew what was happening above them, yet. The girl closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply. Held her breath and stepped off the balcony.
Fragmented Soul Pt. 4 • Opuss № I